Fake it easy

My doctor is God
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My doctor is God
Why can’t he heal you then?

God is my doctor
Where did he train?

The doctor wants a urine sample
I hope it’s a random one

The doctor wants to take my temperature
Where to?

The doctor says it’s a systemic infection
Can’t he install a new system in you ?

He wants me to take it easy
Fake it.

He talks in paragraphs
No, you idiot, parables!

My doctor is very odd
Get even with him somehow

Are numbers very odd?
Yes, the odd ones are even odder than the even ones

Are doctors real?
Yes, if you think they are.

You must not covet asses, even in jeans

 

 

 

I am the Lord,I  am God,sort of
You must have no paid gods
Humour yout father and your others
You must not  deal or wheel
You must not covet,you ass.
Love your neighbur, but with stealth
Love is the sweetest thing
Do not kill.
Do you need God to tell you?

Oh,my people.

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[I read Gideon Levy and weep]

 

The words of Matthew Arnold in Dover Beach come to mind:

And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

I feel now we have no-one fit to rule

I  admit we ‘ve no-one fit to rule
They do not understand  the   dreads   of those who’re  poor
The offices of state are filled by fools

By whom  is Boris Johnson  considered cool?
They must build a House for the Impure.
I feel sad, we’ve no-one fit to rule

Satan  flaps his wings ,he heats his fuel
We have always sinned, but now it’s clear
In offices of state,  pride incites fools

 

In the Poor House, rationed is their gruel
The TV’s dead,  the people, lost. endure.
They must know we ‘ve no-one fit to rule.

 

Experts  out, then WhatsApp makes the rules.
Full stops   mean I hate you, ridicule.
The offices of state, why praise  the fools?

 

Fast dark demons enter ,still allured
By  thinnesses of  soul  in men of powet
I feel ashamed we’ve no-one fit to rule
Boris   with his tantrums ridicules

We  draw a map of love inside our mind

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We  draw a map of love inside our minds
Before we learn to speak and separate
And hatred too is structured by these lines

But owning such a map can make us blind
If we use just that to navigate
We  draw a map of love inside our minds

Some have mothers  tuned in and most kind
The map’s a good description of estate
Hatred too is structured on these lines

But some experiences we cannot bind
When love and hate can enter no debate
We  draw a map of love inside our minds

We need to let both love and hate combine
The pain and anguish may be very great
Our  mind is  better structured on such lines

Some may  think our life is made by fate
Others learn by how they correlate
We  draw a map of love inside our mind
And hatred too, is structured by those lines

Are you nurturing an old wound?

He was a back slapper so crazy, his hand went through me and hit my heart.I had a heart attacker… him!
He truly did have baited breath and once a salmon leaped down his throat.I told him it was dangerous but the salmon killed him so we really didn’t enjoyed eating it even when it smoked a cigar by the table.
Will the Royal Family choose baptism by fire for Archie?
Beauty is in the buys of the beholder
Beauty is only thin it’s not deep
I have a big head and a small part
Do we cry over cow’s sulks?
Do you feel me press your organ in my sleep; Or am I dreaming?
Does my heart do you good when you kick it?
I am driving my self crazy so I shall get insecurity benefits or is it impurity deficits?First I have to hear a voice offering me advice.. or swearing at me.Hang on,I’ll phone an old blogger who might shout,Bugger!
Life is endless words with no punctuation except when we get stoned…those
may be full stops when we over blow ourselves and the balloonish egoes burst.
Every dog has his stray cat.
Everything’s coming up our noses so block them up.
A faint art never an oil painting shows
I fall head over wheels into a police van; why am I low sunk?
We fall through the cracks that God left in the world…give him credit for uncommon sense
Ban the old blames now! Burn them all or go to hell… it’s your choice.
Are you nurturing an old wound? Seal it off with “super soul and heart glue!”

Why should we use google, we have you?

Oh,Katherine I feel you’re very bad
I saw  you were in Starbucks with a cad
Why, you should be home to wash the floors
Not discussing Dirac, Joyce,  or More.

Katherine,  your readers  you’ll annoy
All  your poetry is just a ploy
You really want to teach them how to prove
Pi is not a number  one can use.

Katherine, is this a clerihew?
Why should we use google, we have you
Yet you do look somewhat pale
As if you have been left out in a gale

Poets and society

 

 

 

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EXTRACT

The politician wants men to know how to die courageously;
the poet wants men to live courageously.
—Italian poet Salvatore Quasimodo, Nobel lecture, 1959

  

Since the invasion of Iraq in 2003, the relationship between politics and poetic protest has taken on fresh urgency for American readers and writers. “I suspect the writers know in their hearts how ineffectual poetry is in greater American society,” W. S. Di Piero wrote in Poetry magazine in October 2003. He was commenting on the Poets Against the War movement and updating Dana Gioia’s plaint made in the controversial 1991 essay, “Can Poetry Matter?” In it, Gioia asserts that it is a “difficult task to marry the Muse happily to politics,” given that poets lack a role in the broader culture and therefore do not have the confidence to create public speech.

Why is it that in this country poetry is viewed as separate from the business of the nation? Certainly this is an Anglophone peculiarity. In Latin America, José Martí, one of the region’s most beloved poets, led the movement to liberate Cuba from colonial domination. The Nicaraguan poet and priest Ernesto Cardenal was engaged in the Sandinista revolution and later served as his country’s Minister of Culture. The Nobel Prize-winning Chilean poet Pablo Neruda was a diplomat, and a senator, and joined the ranks of Spanish poets such as Federico García Lorca and Miguel de Unamuno, who spoke out against General Franco during the Spanish Civil War. Both Lorca and Unamuno lost their lives as a consequence of their Republican sympathies.

In France, Paul Éluard, René Char, and Robert Desnos wrote dissenting poetry while fighting for the Résistance. In Italy, Quasimodo and Cesare Pavese were repressed for denouncing the regime under which they lived, as were Russian and Polish poets such as Ossip MandelstamAnna AkhmatovaWislawa Szymborska, and Czeslaw Milosz.

Contemporary Middle Eastern poets such as Badr Shakir al-Sayyab, Nizar al-Qabbani, Adonis, Ghazi al-Gosaibi, and Mahmoud Darwish have embraced the idea of committed literature, or a literature engagée, as Sartre termed it.

And yet, in the Anglophone West, poets ranging from W. H. Auden to W. B. Yeats are invoked for their epithets that warn against involving politics in poetry. Both poets were cited repeatedly in the wake of the White House poetry debacle of February 2003, when Laura Bush canceled her symposium on “Poetry and the American Voice” after she learned that some of the poets on her guest list refused to attend in protest against the impending war. Sam Hamill, poet and founding editor of Copper Canyon Press, intended to present her with a petition and a compilation of protest poetry. Laura Bush’s spokeswoman said that it would be “inappropriate to turn a literary event into a political forum.” The conflict helped spark Hamill’s creation of the Poets Against the War movement.

Media accounts of the movement often quote Auden’s line “Poetry makes nothing happen,” or three lines from Yeats: “I think it better that in times like these / A poet keep his mouth shut, for in truth / We have no gift to set a statesman right.” It is not accurate to invoke these poets or their words as emblems of the apolitical poetry camp without recognizing that each in his own way led a profoundly political existence. Yeats aided the national cause in the uprising against British colonial power and later served as Senator for the newly freed Republic of Ireland. He rejected the aestheticism of “art for art’s sake,” declaring, “Literature must be the expression of conviction, and be the garment of noble emotion, and not an end in itself.”

And in fact, Auden’s poem—an elegy for Yeats—concludes by exhorting the poet to “follow right”:

With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;

In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.

Auden, who traveled to Spain to support the Republican cause during the Spanish Civil War, argued in 1939 that “In so far as poetry, or any other of the arts, can be said to have an ulterior purpose, it is, by telling the truth, to disenchant and disintoxicate.”

Acting on their beliefs often led Auden and Yeats to the dynamic center of public life. Each remained wary of the traps of dogma and expressed that caution in his work, particularly later in life. But a political belief mixed with ambivalence and pessimism is nonetheless a political belief. The fact that it is tempered with an awareness of human failings, foibles, and hypocrisies is the mark of a responsible conscience—and when they appear in poetry, such complexities are the signature of great art.

Why is it that poets today are not considered by the nation as legitimate actors in the public sphere? What transpired in the Anglophone literary imagination since Percy Bysshe Shelley claimed nearly two hundred years ago that poets were the “unacknowledged legislators of the world”?

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